once upon a time
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Old times
Evening prose
Quietly spoken
Between chair,
And tables
Talk quietly
Of evenings.
When people
Strolled, arm in arm.
A time of life
Now gone
Into history.
Evening prose
Quietly spoken
Between chair,
And tables
Talk quietly
Of evenings.
When people
Strolled, arm in arm.
A time of life
Now gone
Into history.
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